The Non-Insurgency
He scurried after her. "Do you always walk so fast?" "I am walking normally," was Arianna's level response, rounding a corner. In a corridor. "Well, uh ... okay," Ollie responded. Still following her. Eyes darting to her flicker-flicking...
Late-Night Calls
The chipmunk swung her foot-paws off the side of the bed, slowly breathing. Slowly kneading her bushy, striped tail with her stubby-clawed fingers. An exhale. Her toes wriggled against the carpet. Inhale. With head leaning back and eyes closing and,...
Damage
... pound, POUND! Pound. POUND! "They're trying to get in!" Ezri squeaked, backing away from the lift-doors. Which were sealed, but ... " ... they're trying to pry them open!" The dull, metallic drumming was incessant. Almost as...
Fool For You
"Y'don't need all that calcium for yourself," Petra insisted, privately. A little bit stubbornly. " ... well, a rabbit's gotta, you know ... gotta keep his bones healthy." He cleared his throat, his cottontail flicking, flicking behind him. "I...
Buttons
Padding in her bare foot-paws, lightly, primly across the room, her bobtail flickering behind her, the snow rabbit said, "Computer, deactivate force-field A-15." With a faint-blue light and a soothing shimmer-sound, the force-field went down....
Bluebirds Fall
The cat and mouse took a booth (the plush seats colored a brick-red). Near the back wall. Near one of the two televisions hanging from the ceiling (playing sports games on low-sound; the Pacers were playing Los Angeles, and Indiana was winning; Field...
Speak Our Minds
They passed a sign ... "thank you for visiting Newton County, where Agriculture and Industry meet" ... "Final score ... " Slap! Radio ... off. Fuzzy, paws on the wheel, turned his head. Furry, red mane catching the dim light from...
Tomorrow on the Runway
What you don't have hope for ... you lose. And crammed inside Devil's Hollow, hope was hard to hold to. The air was stuffy (and too warm), and there was limited space. Fur and form were squashed into the darkened, metal elevator. The only light...
Betting on Trains
Field sat by a tall, clear window. Looking out, unblinking, at the not-so-clear day. The fog and the clouds ... that got in the way. And the perimeters of persistent patience were evident in his breathing. The obvious clues of him being an outsider. ...
Something Fire-Like
"I look ... awkward," said Field. "Black looks ... " " ... sleek." " ... morbid." She, standing behind him, replied, "Well, isn't that the point?" She blinked. He nodded uncertainly. It was. The dreams Field had been having ......
Seventeenth Straight Sheridan Spring Spaghetti Social
"There's no olive oil ... " "Are you SERIOUS?" Field went to the cupboards (in, this, the kitchen of the Sheridan Friends Church), and sniffed about. Nose and whiskers! Wide-eyed. "Mm ... we'll just have to get some," Adelaide reasoned. "Calm...
Suitcase
He told her everything. Of the meager 'food rations,' and the secretive, midnight services. The metallic cold of a winter's sleeplessness. The ghosts of everything you could breathe. Oh, such chills, even in warmth ... and even then, the numbness....